within the folds of my pathetic being

Trying to wear and trying to open,

my torn skin and my eyes unseeing

‘Do you know what’s the problem with what you write?’ my filmmaker friend asked me.
Naqi and I are old friends. He knows me well. I write and sometimes he is kind enough to animate my words.
‘Please enlighten me.’
‘The world needs to be a happier place.’ His voice resonated of exasperation.
‘The world needs to hear happy words. People need to forget the dark side. They need a light at the end of their personal tunnels. But you my friend write only of heartbreak and sadness.’
‘Yeah! I guess you are right.’ I nodded. ‘But this is what I am. I can write of happiness and joy and laughter. But I don’t want to.’